In Praise Of Mothers-In-Law
If others felt like me
Then in a little while
Bad mother-in-law jokes
Would go out of style.
I’m certainly not qualified to write an advice column on any subject, but I do feel qualified to think my thoughts and give my opinion on how I’ve always felt about my mother-in-law, Nora Leona (Johnson) Gamble.
What a beautiful lady.
It’s always bothered me to hear negative remarks and ugly in-law jokes.
Everyone should be as fortunate as I.
I knew her all my life. The family, were our neighbors. She was my mother’s dear friend.
She came to see me when I was born, not expecting of course, the possibility of someday I would become her daughter-in-law.
Her youngest son Harold was five years old and had tagged along. To make a long story short…time passed as time will do, Harold and I grew up and married, blessing her with two grandsons. What a great grandmother she turned out to be!
My mother-in-law was the wife of “Tack” (lovingly called by me and the boys…Grandpa.) She was the adored mother of one daughter and three sons.
Beautiful, kind and gracious describes her.
A lady, who taught me so much.
She baked mouth-watering cakes. She was always ready to make a batch of taffy candy upon request with just a promise of a little help with the pulling to make it a success and to complete the job. What fun we had!
She did beautiful embroidery work, tatting and crocheting.
The sparkle in her blue eyes was always there accentuating her flawless complexion. Ear “bobs” were a must to her daily attire. Her Favorite, Pearls…Big Pearls…
My mother-in-law would laugh when a family story was told about her…never agreeing or disagreeing, but always admitting that she “just loved to go.” She didn’t drive, but when their car hit the road, most of the time…she was in it. The story goes…
One day the family had been someplace. The car had been left parked in the yard.
They had been sitting on the front porch for a while. It was getting late. Time to go inside, (keep in mind, the garage was only yards from the front porch.)
My father-in-law gets up and says…
“I guess I better put the car in the garage.”
My mother-in-law quickly jumps up and says,
“Wait a minute, I’ll go with you.”
True story? I don’t know for sure, but I do know my mother-in-law was a very special lady. Her favorite saying was: “What you measure out will always be measured right back to you.”